{"id":764,"date":"2013-07-13T01:30:16","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:30:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=764"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:30:16","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:30:16","slug":"36-sonnets-vol-27-supplement-volume-27","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/01-sabcl\/27-supplement-volume-27\/36-sonnets-vol-27-supplement-volume-27","title":{"rendered":"-36_Sonnets.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n
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\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\tSONNETS<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/font><\/p>\n

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\nO face that I have loved until no face<\/p>\n

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 <\/font><\/span>Beneath
\nthe quiet heaven such glory wear, <\/p>\n

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They
\nsay you are not beautiful, – no
\nsnare <\/p>\n

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Of
\ntwilight in the changing mysticness
\nOr deep
\nenhaloed secrecy of hair,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Soft largeness in the eyes I dare not kiss!<\/p>\n

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Unreal
\nall your bosom’s dreadful bliss. <\/p>\n

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Too
\nnarrow are your brows they say to bear <\/p>\n

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The
\ntemple of vast beauty in its span
\nOr chaste cold bosom to house fierily<\/p>\n

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Beauty
\nthat maddens all the heart of man.<\/p>\n

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 <\/font><\/span>I
\nknow not, this I know that utterly
\nMy soul is by some magic curls surprised, <\/p>\n

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Some
\nglances have my heart immortalised.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t\tII<\/font><\/b>
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\nI cannot equal those most absolute eyes, <\/p>\n

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Although
\nthey rule my being, with the stars, <\/p>\n

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Nor
\nfloral rich comparisons devise
\nTo detail sweetness that your body wears.<\/p>\n

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Nor
\nin the heavens hints of you I find.<\/p>\n

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\nNor
\ndim suggestions in this thoughtful eve; <\/p>\n

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The
\nmoonlight of your darker grace is blind<\/p>\n

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Who
\ncan with such pale delicacies deceive<\/p>\n

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A
\nnaked burning heart.<\/p>\n

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Only
\none place Satisfies me of you, where the feet
\nThat I shall never clasp, with beauty press<\/p>\n

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 <\/font><\/span>The
\nbarren earth in one place only sweet, <\/p>\n

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One
\nface in the wide world alone divine,<\/p>\n

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The
\nonly one! that never can be mine.
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III<\/b><\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

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\nO letter dull and cold, how can she read
\nGladly these lifeless lines, no fire that prove, <\/p>\n

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When
\nothers even their passionate hearts exceed <\/p>\n

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Caressing
\nher sweet name with words of love? <\/p>\n

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O me
\nthat I could force this barrier, turn
\nMy heart to syllables, make all desire
\nOne burning word, then would my letters yearn<\/p>\n

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With
\nsome reflection of that hidden fire.
\nAh! if I could, what then? This fiery fate <\/p>\n

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Within
\nfor human eyes was never meant.
\nAll hearts could view with horror or with hate<\/p>\n

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A
\npicture not of earthly lineament.
\nYourself even sweet, would start with terror back <\/p>\n

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\nAs at the hissing of a sudden snake<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t\tIV<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nMy life is wasted like a lamp ablaze
\nWithin a solitary house unused,
\nMy life is wasted and by Love men praise
\nFor sweet and kind. How often have I mused <\/p>\n

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What
\nlovely thing were love and much repined<\/p>\n

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 <\/span>At
\nmy cold bosom moved not by that flame.<\/p>\n

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‘Tis
\nkindled; lo, my dreadful being turned <\/p>\n

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Round
\none whom to myself I dare not name.
\nI cannot quench the fire I did not light
\nAnd he that lit it will not; I cannot even,<\/p>\n

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 <\/span>Although
\nmy heart between his burning hands, <\/p>\n

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Drive
\nout the guest I never did invite; <\/p>\n

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Although
\nthe soul he dwells with lose its heaven,<\/p>\n

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 <\/span>I
\nburn and know not why; I sink to hell<\/p>\n

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Fruitlessly
\nand am forbidden to rebel.
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\nPage-130<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t\tV<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nBecause thy flame is spent, shall mine grow
\nless,
\nO bud, O wonder of the opening rose?
\nWhy both my soul and love it would disgrace
\nIf I could trade in love, begin and close
\nMy long account of passion, like a book
\nOf merchant’s credit, given to be repaid,
\nOr not returned, struck off with lowering look
\nLike a bad debt uncritically made.
\nWhat thou couldst give, thou gav’st me, one sweet smile 
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Worth all the sunlight
\nthat the years contain,
\nOne month of months when thy sweet spirit a while 
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Fluttered o’er mine
\nhalf-thinking to remain:
\nWhat I could give, I gave thee, to my last breath, 
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\nImmortal love, immovable by death<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t\tVI<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t\tThou didst mistake, thy spirit’s infant flight
\n\t\t\t\t<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t\tOpening
\nits lovely wings upon the sun,
Paused o’er the first strong bloom that met thy sight 
\n\t\t\t\t<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t\tThinking perhaps it was
\nthe only one.
But all this fragrant garden was beyond,
Winds came to thee with hints of honey, day
\n\t\t\t\t<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t\tDisclosed
\na brighter hope than this unsunned  <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t\tThought-sheltered heart and called thee far
\naway. 
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\n\t\t\t\tThou didst mistake, must I then rage, grow ill, 
\n\t\t\t\t<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t\tWith tortured vanity and
\nthink it love,
Miscall with brutal names my lady’s will,
Fouling thy snow-white image, O my dove?
Is not thy kiss enough, though only one,
For all eternity to live upon?<\/font><\/p>\n

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\t\t\t\tPage-131<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t\tVII<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nRose,
\nI have loved thy beauty, as I love
\nThe dress that thou hast worn, the transient grass, <\/p>\n

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O’er 
\n<\/span>which thy happy careless footsteps move,
\nThe yet-thrilled waysides that have watched <\/font>(seen<\/span><\/font>)
\n<\/span>thee pass. <\/p>\n

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Soul,
\nI have loved thy sweetness as men love
\nThe necessary air they crave to breathe,
\nThe sunlight lavished from the skies above,
\nAnd firmness of the earth their steps beneath. <\/p>\n

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But
\nwere that beauty all, my love might cease<\/p>\n

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Like
\nlove of weaker spirits; were’t thy charm <\/p>\n

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And
\ngrace of soul, mine might with age decrease<\/p>\n

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Or
\nfind in Death a silence and a term,
\nBut rooted to the unnameable in thee
\nShall triumph and transcend eternity<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t\tVIII<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

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Still
\nthere is something that I lack in thee <\/p>\n

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And
\nyet must find. There is a broad abyss<\/p>\n

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 <\/span>Between
\npossession and true sovereignty <\/p>\n

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Which
\nthou must bridge with a diviner kiss. <\/p>\n

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I
\nquestioned all the beauty of other girls, <\/p>\n

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Thinking
\nthou hadst it not to give, indeed <\/p>\n

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But
\nnot Giannina’s breasts nor Pippa’s curls <\/p>\n

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Contained
\nit; thou alone canst meet my need. <\/p>\n

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Deniest
\nthou some secret of thy soul
\nTo me who claim thee all? Nay, can it be <\/p>\n

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Thy
\nbosom’s joys escape from my control? <\/p>\n

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Forbid
\nit Heaven Hell should yawn for thee. <\/p>\n

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Deny
\nit now! let not sweet love begun
\nEnd in red blood and awful justice done.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

\t\t\t\tPage-132<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t\tIX<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

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I
\n have a doubt, I have a doubt which kills.
\n Tell me, O torturing beauty, O divine
\n Witchcraft, O soul escaped from heaven’s hills <\/p>\n

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Yet
\n fed upon strange food of utter sin,
\n Why dost thou torture me? Hast thou no fear? <\/p>\n

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My
\n love was ever like my hate a sword
\n To search the heart and kill however dear
\n The joy that would not own me for its lord.
\n Yet must I still believe that thou art true
\n If thou wilt say it and smile, knowest thou not then <\/p>\n

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I
\n have purchased with my passion all of you
\n And wilt thou keep a nook for other men?
\n Deny it now! let not sweet love begun
\n End in red blood and awful justice done<\/font><\/p>\n

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\t\t\t\tPage-133<\/p>\n

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